in between his legs he speaks “Liam wait should we do this your parents are home” I sigh pushing off of him “Fine do whatever I need to get something” I say coldly before leaving the room leaving him alone

(Samuel pov) I feel glad he stopped if I was honest I hated this now 3 months ago it felt nice and good to get it off my chest but now I **Hated** it so much the feeling of he’s hands on my skin...

Samuel, a fifteen year old boy with short blonde hair, dark green eyes and light skin was standing outside the music club, his hands were shaking as he held his guitar case. Samuel had always loved playing his guitar; he'd probably been playing since he was 5, but that changed on his eleventh birthday when his mum, the person that taught him how to play the guitar, died in a car crash. It was toug...